Today I decided to pay my respects to others. I went to the graveyard today, seeing four grandparents that I barely remember. I feel like I have lost someone dear to me, even though we didn't get to spend time together. I fear my memories has begun to dwindle, losing their faces in the process. Tok Ayah, my last grandparent that I remembered seeing. He was an avid man, never one to lose his smile when in the midst of his family. I find it hard to not remember him that much. Memories does tend to fade, but sometimes I rather retain it. My grandmother from my mother side is someone I never met, but I feel so glad to have her. She is with me in spirit always, as is her husband. I might not have seen them when I was born, but they will always guide me in my life. Every grandparent I have means I have their blood, and their blood will continue to live in my veins and that of my child until the end of times. Uncertainty might rule the future, but surely my dearly departed grandparents would lead me to the way of respecting them and my parents. Even if I won't have them seeing my child, they will learn of them, and my child would respect them no matter what. I only hope that I can remember their faces, and respect their lives as they have lived it.

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